"Never would have I thought that one of the Dukes is within the human's territory"
"Looks like they're going all out"
The dog told me that some elves from birth had greater affinity to magic among their peers. Not only were they given prodigious talent they were also blessed by the Goddess the moment they were born, that was the ability to sense nature herself. Despite the overpowered description he gave, the blessing was more like a curse, due to the sensitivity of nature, they also risk themselves to pollution and other caustic blows, tormenting the host. That's why they cladded themselves to thick clothings, despite elves tending to be narcissistic to the point they freely showed skin and only wore little clothing, only exempting scholars.
Being able to call catastrophe to their opponents, the recipients of such responsibility were known as the only Heroes by the elves, not because of their deeds but due to their prowess they are called as such, even if they were the lowest of the low, as long as someone shows the sign of the blessing, they are automatically called as a hero, and granted the title Duke, no matter how young or old they may be.
Despite their millions of history, only eighteen including the current Dukes, have been sighted and recorded.
"To think there's monsters higher than those"
'How fun!'
Pleron smirked at the thought and was now racking his head, if ever he was met with one again, he'll make sure to slay it.
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In a certain village centuries ago.
'Cripple'
'Fucking Dog!'
'Useless urchin'
Those words resounded through my head for centuries.
'Get away, Pleb!'
It echoed through my empty passage called life.
'Failure!'
'Can't you do something for once?'
My ashen husk, filled with remorse.
I looked at them, and felt the urge to massacre them in a gruesome fashion.
'Hehehe'
'So fun'
My delusions carried me in life, unknowingly laughing at myself.
'Hihihi!'
With my left hand scruffling my head, twisting it to madness, and the other clawing my neck as blood flowed past my nails.
I drowned myself in depravity, my head was in contradiction to my current situation.
There was not a day in the world I was scorned, but there wasn't a day in MY world I didn't kill them in less a thousand time.
Living as a street urchin my life, with no family to cling to, the only thing I had was this curse.
'So cold'
Hunching myself in an alley, the cold crawled through the crevices of my bones as it clawed every fiber of my being.
'Ahh!'
I was a disgrace to my kind, the elves.
I do not know why, but these crippling cold had been with me since birth, unknowingly I survived it, passing my life at its bare.
'Cold!'
I clinged myself to garbages and alike, to seek warmth in these abbey of passages, smearing myself as dirt gave me abatement.
But it seemed to make my body more unbearable as it can be.
'Even trash itself is denying me'
I thought to myself as so.
'Look, it's the trash again'
'Together with his friends, I see'
'Hahahaha!'
Hearing the stenching flow of breath, the cold seeped once more.
'Stop'
I mustered enough strength to say so, be that as is it may, my ounce of pride made me do so.
'Hmm?'
'Did I hear that right'
They mocked, as my word seemed to pricked their ego.
May it be known that elves are proud beings, seeing a pathetic thing called me as their species, mayhaps caused a blow to their egoistic nature.
'Know your place dog!'
Thud~
'Guh'
Crack~
A blow to my brittle sides caused a certain part broke.
'Don't let us see you at back of our shop again!'
A few seconds, a door slamming could be heard.
'Ufff'
"Restore"
Collecting air, the boy said so, as he stuck his palm on his side, a certain greenish glow was seen, brightening the dark alley in a greenish hue.
"Being able to use such an intricate magic at a young age"
A soothing voice could be heard, the boy's strained muscles seemed to have relaxed unknowingly to its owner.
"Boy, are you interested in joining our little merry group"
A woman tightly cladded by layers of silky robes said so, as her scarf seemed to have moved in disturbance.
"Do you want to be a Duke?"
A captivating red pupil captured the sight of the boy, her glistening black hair seemed to be unmoving despite the sudden blow of the wind.
'I'll be anything if this damned cold dissapears'
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"The castle is within our sight!"
With a muffled voice, the Duke voiced out.
"Do as I have told earlier"
With a commanding tone, the thousand of elves soon got their hands on the air, palms spread..
"Enhance"
Countless brownish magic circles was seen atop the mist of dust that was left by the momentum of their mounts.
The magic circles released brownish droplets that fell down to a certain thick clothed man with a wizard hat, who also motioned a hand with his palm opened atop him.
"Meteor"
And muttered so.